Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Kip
I don’t think I’d ever seen anything as hot as Mason on his knees, his hair in my fist as I held his head steady while I fucked his mouth.
I watched, mesmerized by the sight of my fat dick sliding in and out of those glistening lips, listening as Mason gagged on it but kept going, ropes of saliva dripping from my shaft.
“That’s it,” I grunted. “Take it. Take it all.” I tugged on his locks, forcing him deeper. Mason moaned around my cock, and that raw sound vibrated through me. “You keep that up and my dick won’t make it as far as your ass.”
He tried to pull back and I let him. “If that means I end up with a face full of cum, you won’t hear me complaining,” he croaked.
I snorted. “Oh, so my boy likes it kinky. Good to know.” I speared my cock between his lips, and resumed my thrusts, hips jerking, my whole body on fire, my mind racing.
I had plans for Mase’s lithe, gorgeous bod.
I pulled free. “On your feet. Lose the jeans. In fact, lose everything. And while you’re at it, you can undress me too.”
His eyes shone, and I knew I was on the right track.
I didn’t think I’d ever gotten rid of clothing so fast. My shaft was so hard it ached, and I smacked it into my palm with a meaty thwack. Mason stood in front of me, naked as a jaybird and hard as a piece of steel pipe.
“Bedroom?”
I shook my head. “We’re gonna fuck right here.”
His breathing caught, and I knew he liked that idea. “Over on the bookcase, the little wooden box? It has condoms and lube.”
I grinned. “I love me a wolf who plans ahead.” Then I paused. “Wait a sec. You don’t need lube. Remember?”
He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I do recall that. But you do—unless you want me to give you a dry hand job? Because that’s what it’s there for.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Snarky wolves don’t get fucked.”
He swallowed. “No, Kip.”
I reached over and removed the items, then pointed to my cock. “Slick it up and get tugging.”
Mason blinked. “I don’t think you could get any harder.”
I smirked. “I agree. What I want is to enjoy your hand on me.” I narrowed my gaze. “And was that you not following an instruction?”
His eyes widened. “No, Kip.” He snapped the lid of the lube bottle, poured some into his palm, then curled his fingers around my rigid dick. He worked the shaft with a slow up-and-down motion.
I shook my head. “Uh-uh. Like this.” I covered his hand with my own, and moved faster.
“Yes, Kip,” he said breathlessly.
I brushed my fingers over his nipples, loving how the skin pebbled around them, how his own cock jerked with each contact. That relentless tugging on my shaft brought me almost to the edge.
I stopped his hand. “Face the wall, and grab onto the door frame. I want that ass tilted.”
Mason shuddered, but complied.
I gazed at the firm globes of his ass, just waiting for my dick. I pushed my thumb between his lips. “Suck on it. Make like it’s my cock.”
He moaned around it, and as his cheeks hollowed, I slid a couple of fingers into his hole.
Fuck. He’s so tight, so warm.
My baby had the finest ass.
I sought the little bump inside his hole, and I knew the instant I found it. Mason’s groan rent the air. I grinned again. “So I guess wolves have prostates too.” I stroked it, nudged it, and paid it so much attention that soon Mase was writhing, his body dancing on my fingers.
I needed to plow that beautiful ass.
“Glove me up.”
Mason’s fingers trembled as he rolled the latex over my hard as fuck cock.
“Now resume the position, ass high. Arch that back for me.”
He leaned forward, arms braced, and I admired the line of his back, his narrow waist that swelled into a firm ass. I parted his cheeks with the head of my dick, applied gentle pressure, and groaned as I slid into tight heat.
Mason bowed his head, a moan tumbling from his lips.
I wasn’t about to take things slow.
I grabbed his hips and filled his ass, my body slapping against his as I drove my dick all the way home, again and again, accompanied by Mason’s low noises of pleasure.
Then I stopped. “Fuck yourself on my cock.”
Mason’s breathing hitched, and he impaled himself on my shaft, picking up the pace, ass cheeks jiggling as our bodies collided. I let him do all the work, until I was ready to take things a step further.
“Turn around, your back to the wall.”
Mason did as instructed, his skin pink, his face glowing.
I closed the gap between us. “Put your arms around my neck.”
He blinked once more but did as he was told.
I hoisted him into my arms, pushed him against the wall with my own body, and held him there. I grabbed my slick shaft and guided it to his hole.
With one long push I was inside him.
I supported Mason’s ass and he hooked his legs around me as I fucked him standing up, hips tilting as I drove into that glorious tight body.
Mason clung to me, his eyes closed, a constant stream of noise escaping his lips, his back bumping the wall as I fucked him.
His cock leaked pre-cum, and that was enough to bring me to another decision.
“Mason.”
He stared at me, lips parted. “Yes, Kip?”
I gave him a sweet smile. “Don’t come. That’s an order.”
His eyes were like dinner plates, but he didn’t argue.
I kissed him, claiming his lips with fervor, and Mason moaned into my mouth. I held him against the wall, my fingers digging into his ass cheeks as I fucked him, his hands on my neck, his chest and face flushed.
When I got too close, I carried him over to the fat leather armchair with the wide back and sides, and laid him on it, his ass hanging over the edge. I drove my cock into him, his legs still around my waist, one hand on his chest, feeling his heart thump beneath my fingers.
“Look at you, all open for me,” I growled. I pulled all the way out of him, then slid back into his hole. I did it again, and again, filling him to the hilt, his cries bouncing off the walls. Mason stared at me, eyes wide, mouth open, clutching the arm of the chair, his body shaking.
I scooped him into my arms and kissed him before flipping him onto his stomach and driving my dick between those downy cheeks. I held him down, my hand on his neck, and fucked him, slamming into him, the smack of my body meeting his so loud in the living room.
“This what you wanted?” I demanded between thrusts.
“Yes, Kip,” he said with a groan. “L-love you.”
Fuck, those two words almost undid me.
There was no way I could hold back. I plunged my cock into his ass and stiffened, filling the condom, my body shaking with the force of my climax. Mason let out a howl, his channel tightening around my shaft, squeezing it, milking it of every last drop of cum.
“The facial will have to wait for another time,” I gasped, my dick still pulsing inside him.
I lay on top of him, kissing his hair, his neck, his shoulders, until the final jolts of pleasure had died and I could ease out of him.
I removed the condom, then smacked his ass. “Okay, now we can eat dinner.”
“No,” Mason howled.
“I thought you didn’t care if you got off?” I teased.
He twisted to look at me. “That was before I found out how mind-blowing an orgasm was from my Dominant. I mean, it’s your choice, of course, but….”
“But what?” I demanded.
He gave me puppy dog eyes. “Please, Kip. Let me come.”
Like I could resist that.
“And how do you want me to make you come?” I asked, wanting to see how far gone he was.
“Can you…. Can you suck me?” he pleaded.
I knew what it cost him to ask for what he wanted. He was willing to let me leave him hard and aching, but I wasn’t about to do that. Not to Mase.
I turned him onto his back and took his stiff dick into my mouth. Mason groaned and pushed up with his hips, but I held him down, working his shaft with my lips, feeling the tremors that rippled through him.
When he froze, I knew we were there.
I swallowed every drop, Mason’s gasps shuddering out of him as I did. And when he was spent, I let his limp dick fall onto his thigh and I kissed him, sharing the taste.
“Love you too,” I murmured against his lips. His arms were around me, holding me to him, his heart beating against mine. I smiled. “And I think we’re gonna order in.”
“I can cook dinner,” he protested.
I grinned. “Of course you can. But I want you spending as little time as possible in the kitchen tonight.” I reached down and grabbed his ass. “Because we aren’t done yet.”
Mason’s eyes gleamed. “Yes, Kip.”
My cock flopped out of Mason’s ass and hung limply. If someone offered me a billion dollars to get it up again, to feel Mason’s ass spasm around me, I would miss out. Mason was voracious. The little bastard made me come four times, but at least he’d finally fallen asleep.
I smiled. Only because I fucked him to death.
He looked so quiet and innocent. His head rested on my pillow, his hair fanning out around his head like a halo.
It was a lie, though. I knew that behind that facade was the mind of a demon.
He’d understood I was tired, and had apparently decided it was up to him to wear me out to the verge of collapse.
It took me some time to figure out his strategy, but by then I was balls-deep once more in his hot, tight ass.
He knew I was stressed, so he diverted my attention to other things, like making him scream my name.
The little genius.
I pulled him close, and loved how he assumed the position we both enjoyed, with his head resting on my chest, cuddling against me, his hand across my stomach.
This is bliss.
If I’d been asked to design my dream lover, it would have been Mase. Sweet, salty, attentive. Did I really want to change what we had?
But Mason asked you to.
Truth.
It was such a fucking trip to point at the floor and have him drop to his knees to take me into his mouth.
I’d never had such a power rush, knowing I had authority over another person.
It scared the hell out of me, but turned me on so fucking much.
The reality of the situation was only now dawning on me.
If I want his ass I just need to tell him to bend over.
This wasn’t high school where I needed the whole seduction thing.
If I wanted to get my dick wet, I just told Mase to open wide, and he seemed genuinely happy to do it.
Oh, and there was the fact I kept forgetting.
Mase could self-lube. There was no fumbling for some slick to ease the way.
As soon as he bent over, I could get behind him and slide into that perfect heat.
And what will your parents say when they see you treating Mason like this at Sunday dinner?
Crap. I hadn’t even considered that. If I was going to be Mase’s Dominant and was going to allow him to be the submissive he wanted to be, then others would see it. Mase might not care, but I would.
Why? Because you’re ashamed?
Long answer short, yes, I was, but not for the reason people would think.
My shame would come from having read BDSM stories to get an inkling of what a Dominant was and what a sub was to him.
Before I talked with John and had him tell me that Mason needed this, I’d been disgusted by what I’d read.
I thought it was all sick and twisted, that the Dominant was taking unfair advantage of his submissive.
And now?
I realized how wrong I was. The look in Mason’s eyes when he got to do something for me, how happy it made him, how settled he was in his skin after only a few hours?
It helped me to understand John had been right.
I was seeing the world through a different set of optics.
Mason wasn’t being taken advantage of, he was being given what he wanted. No, what he needed.
And he was looking to me to provide that for him.
It wasn’t one person taking advantage of another. It was two people, each with different needs, working together to make a life or, at the very least, to make themselves feel less alone.
“Why’re you still awake?” Mase’s voice was heavy with sleep.
“Watching you,” I told him.
He snorted. “Yeah, that’s not at all creepy. Get some rest.”
“Is that an order?”
His eyes popped open and he sat up and turned toward me. “I’m sorry, Kip. I didn’t mean—”
I pulled him into a kiss, silencing his protests. When he drew away, I smiled at him. “Please don’t be sorry. You don’t know how amazing it feels to have someone worry for me.”
“Yes, but I shouldn’t—”
“Yes, you should. My submissive needs to ensure I’m happy and healthy, right?”
He nodded.
“Then how can you do that if you don’t ask questions? And you and I were friends long before we became… us. Those years don’t disappear just because our lives went in a different direction.”
He narrowed his gaze. “What are you saying?”
“I’m your Dominant, but I will always be your friend too. I love Mason in all the ways he fits into my life. I’ll continue giving you direction, but I need you to continue allowing my Mason to shine through as well. Be my submissive, but be my friend too.”
“I could probably do that,” he said softly. Then he leaned against me, his head on my chest. “I love you.”
I kissed his forehead. “I love you too.”
He sighed. “In case I haven’t mentioned it… I like the beard.”
I chuckled. “You took your time telling me.”
“I know. I thought you’d be smug, especially as it’s as thick as you promised it would be.” His eyes gleamed. “Wanna fuck me?”
I loved that teasing lilt in his voice.
“Oh, I am always going to want to do that,” I promised. “For now, though, I think we both need rest.”
“Yeah, that sounds good to me.”
I lay back and was about to draw the blankets up when Mason beat me to it. He smiled as he kissed my lips gently, said ‘good night’, then resumed his position.
I continued to lie beside him, marveling at my life and all that I’d learned.
Being a Dominant was liberating. Being a submissive wasn’t weak. But best of all?
Being us meant everything to me.
Life was good.
Nothing could hurt what we had.
We were golden.